Back at the old shop, before the world was digital. I’m stood in the doorway on the grey dial telephone that used to be there fixed to the wall. It’s summertime and the shopping centre bristles and is bathed in sunlight. The shop is busy, too. Bran Van 3000’s ‘Drinking In L.A.’ plays. GNX walks around the shop with two Bloodhounds on leads. He wants to take them for a walk, but every time he tries to leave someone wants to pet them. The dogs are docile, but eager to go. Eventually, he passes me and steps out into the busy thoroughfare, but he stumbles and falls to the floor. “I have to go,” I say into the phone. I help him to his feet.
A party in a walled Japanese garden in summertime. The lawns are neat and bordered with many brightly coloured flowers that bob in the breeze. A woman appears at the garden gate. The music stops and everybody cheers and applauds her. She pulls a face of mock surprise, laughs and enters.
On a steam train to the city with Brix Smith. The train stops at a country station. There is a shop on the platform and I get off to buy something to eat. BS says that I won’t have time. There is a long queue of school kids at the shop and I keep checking to make sure that the train doesn’t leave. When I get to the head of the queue I ask the vendor for a Bounty bar, but he gives me a polythene bag of Tunnocks’ chocolate teacakes! “42p,” he says. I give him handfuls of coins – many of which fall to the floor – and he slowly counts them. A whistle blows and the train begins to build up steam. “Take it all,” I tell the vendor and grab the polythene bag and run toward the train. But it leaves without me.
Running round the strange station, looking at my watch, wondering what to do.